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Captain
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Op tournee
Hip-Hop/Rap
Captain werd uitgebracht op 6 april 2018 door Kousteau als onderdeel van het album Captain
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AlbumCaptain
Releasedatum6 april 2018
LabelKousteau
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Khary Durgans
Khary Durgans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khary Durgans
Khary Durgans
Songwriter
Dilip Venkatesh
Dilip Venkatesh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dilip Venkatesh
Dilip Venkatesh
Producer

Songteksten

Uh
(Hahaha!)
Holy shit
Yeah
The phenomenon
Rawest **** out, God damn, I forgot to put a condom on
The fall of Troy was contained in the horse
They wanna know what's on my head, a couple bands like I'm LeBron
Money is the motivation
But you would never catch me paper-chasing, I make it run for me
Like your nose in the winter, they switch up like Jenner
And wonder why they getting none from me
Still that same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
Y'all be on some Amber Rose, finger in the booty hole
Ball so hard, yeah, I met **** like you before
Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy role
Push 'em back like cuticles, my cue to go
Kousteau, want a Hublot a few below
Te gusto my new flow, your funeral
Open casket, a bastard like Rufio
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!)
I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)
Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit
Nostalgia, don't let it falter (Uh)
Do what you love, wedding ring at the alter
Write my own destiny, I am the author
My momma swear that I looked like my father
My momma called me to tell me to call her
Damn, she know that I hate it
She doesn't cuss, but I work on these placements
'Cause I wanna hear her say, "****, we made it!" ("****, we made it!", haha)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, cap, cap, cap)
Yeah, woo! (Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap)
I'm that motherfuckin' captain
I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)
Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit
"Cheerio", when I get to London
"Bonjour", when I get to France
Got these hoes on my voicemail, got these labels on my email
Like, "Hit me back when you get a chance"
Nah, ****, fuck your advance
What's a milli' off rip? Rather own my own shit
I'm a semi with a grip, never fire off hip
Umpire with the— uh, Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah!
Yeah, umpire (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah
I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!)
I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)
Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit (Ayy, ayy)
Written by: Dilip Venkatesh, Khary Durgans
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